kill me already. my fingers flexed into a gun
imaginary trigger pulled
imaginary not that goes like this:
i didn’t mean to love you, or anyone
i didn’t want to be a burden or for the leaves
kill me already. my fingers flexed into a gun
to change their color without me
imaginary knot that goes like this
around the neck, just so. snap my neck because
i didn’t want to be. a burden before i leave
but i do, i am, and they will.
to change their color without me
girls will still get kissed on the cheek just,
around the neck just so. snap my neck, because
a wrist doesn’t get the job done i’ll slit. used to say
i do, i am. they will
me alive with shed petals, shed tears.
girls will still get blessed at the creek, just
without me pulling their heads back up.
a rest doesn’t get the job done, nor a sit. used to play
cowboys and indians, cops and robbers—
imaginary triggers pulled
at the enemy; didn’t want anything yet.
i didn’t mean to love you, or anyone.
